It is the black smoke rising <br /> Oozing through shuttered windows <br /> seeping into quiet corners <br /> Blocking the heart from <br /> the light of the mind <br /> deepening the gloom of <br /> the mind’s eye <br /> <br />It is the black smoke rising <br /> Sucking out the grief <br /> where loss hides in daytime <br /> Slipping sorrow in its wake <br /> and despair into its bed <br /> to smother laughter <br /> to strangle hope <br /> <br />It is the black smoke rising <br /> The pain crying out <br /> to the one that is lost <br /> Empty echoes mocking back <br /> curling up around the hollow husk <br /> Listless in life <br /> tasting the death of <br /> the black smoke rising.<br /><br />Lynn Kincade<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-smoke-rising/
